Wow, three chapters in a row!
Trust me, guys, this story is ON FIRE! I love it, I love it, I love it! I also want to give a little info on the whole 'Den of Delights' Plan that I have as there are already a few topics with which I will be working, so there are already a few chapters in the make that might soon be revealed, you can all be assured of that.
The topics are: HARRY POTTER-RISE OF THE GUARDIANS, HARRY POTTER-PERCY JACKSON, HARRY POTTER-ROYALTY, HARRY POTTER-TOY STORY, HARRY POTTER-NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM. As for the royal thing, thank the movie The Secret of Anastasia as it inspired me for such a challenge.
Okay, enjoy,
Venquine1990
PS. Forgive me for the caps, it was necessary.
PPS. Check Chapter 01 for Challenge Rules
Chapter 05
First Meeting At Camp
Percy's POV
It's been a week. A week since my mum and I went out to Montauk. A week since Grover made us leave the cabin we stayed in, only to be chased by something that I still wish was just a regular bull. A week since my own instincts – which I was told were from my divine father – kicked in too late for me to save my mum from death.
It's also been four days since I woke from my apparent fight with what is called the Minotaur, a creature that everyone here just calls a Monster as using names is apparently taboo around the camp in which I now reside and four days since I discovered that the Mythology teacher that I had was actually a Centaur that is centuries old.
Yet none of this seems to matter to anyone here at camp anymore as Mr. D – the Camp Director who is also known as the God of Wine and the father of two campers here – made the announcement this morning that the game called Capture The Flag has been cancelled until further notice on orders of Mr. Big Shot himself.
Of course, I'm the only one who calls Zeus that and only in my mind as the rule not to speak names out loud while at Camp has already been made crystal clear to me, if only by how almost everyone looks around furtively if someone does, at the very rare occasion say the name of a God, Titan or Monster by slip of tongue or accident.
Still, like everyone else do I wonder why the Man Up There would cancel a game that has Greek Mythological History pretty much written all over it and what's even more confusing is that many of the more seasoned campers are wondering why there hasn't been a new date set up yet, proving this isn't a common occurrence.
The strangest part yet, something I haven't even told my Satyr Friend Grover Underwood, is that for some reason I can't help but feel as if my arrival here at Camp – on the day that it happened – was something that was meant to happen and while this thought confuses me, does it also make shivers run down my spine.
Those shivers are the exact reason I have yet to talk with Grover about it as every time I think about it, a part of me is quietly telling me that my arrival – was never meant to happen. "How was I meant to arrive on that day – and still not meant to arrive here at all? Was I meant to be one of the Campers that didn't make it here?"
That thought, alongside the feeling the whole stream of thought gives me, makes me shiver and keeps me from telling anyone else, even if I am pretty sure that the Head Counselor of the Athena Cabin, Annabeth Chase, has caught onto my thoughts and that – even now – she is waiting for a chance to interrogate me.
Feeling reassured that the Daughter of the Goddess of Battle Strategy has yet to ambush me in her thirst for knowledge, am I shocked when suddenly Mr. – I mean – Chiron leaves the Big House where he usually stays to watch over the activities and how the Centaur is actually running for the hills where the Camp Barrier is located.
Pulling onto the sword that Luke Castellan, a Son of Hermes who has been my pseudo Head Counselor as long as I remain an Undetermined Demigod, gave me, do I run after the Centaur, the sword itself feeling uncomfortable and even wrong in my hand, yet my body telling me that now is not the time for that.
More and more Campers see me running after the Head of the Camp Activities and more and more of them draw their own weapons – bows, spears, arrows, swords and daggers – as they run on after us, making an army of almost forty to fifty teenagers of all ages cross the Camp Grounds for the Protective Camp Barrier.
There, to our shock and my personal confusion, do we see two people standing, one of them a teenager who seems only a few years older than me, the other a grown man who seems – like my mum was – unable to cross the Barrier, making the young teenager look at the man with pained concern in his eyes, which are amazingly blue.
"Don't worry, Sparks, your old man told us this could happen and he promised I could stay with him until the time is right. Just go out there, meet the campers and make sure you remain with them when all is revealed, okay?" The black-haired man tells the teenager, who actually looks a lot like him, and the boy answers:
"But – but we only just – we –." And instantly my heart goes out to the child, who has obviously until recently believed himself an orphan and while part of me tries to feel angry over the fact that this Demigod apparently already met his Divine parent, do I more than anything understand how painful this separation must feel.
I walk forward, making others look at me tentatively, while some of the elder years still have their weapons at the ready, and the elder man at the other side of the Barrier is the first to notice me, his eyes apparently recognizing something within me as they widen before a very pleased smile appears on his face and he turns back.
Back to the boy, who is now also looking at me, his eyes for some reason unnerving me with how strong and fiery blue they look and then the man says: "See there, kiddo, someone's already come to greet you. Just stay close to him and you'll be fine. I can tell." And while I wonder how, do I still smile at the man gratefully.
I then turn to the young man and ask: "Hi, I'm Percy. What's your name?" And the answer not only increases the feeling I had before about my arrival being destiny, but also makes a huge gasp of shock be taken from all the surrounding campers as the boy says: "I am Harrison Juno Black, son of Sirius Black and Zeus, Lord of the Gods."
Harry's POV
After dad welcomed me home and allowed me a few minutes to myself in my own room, did he invite Hecate, the Goddess of Magic, into his Personal Temple and did the Goddess herself help me remove the Glamour that mum and Uncle James – as Mum asked me to call him – placed on me on the day I was brought to this plane.
The breaking had been shockingly painful and father had instantly called for Apollo, who – shockingly enough – had called for Hades, something father had accepted, regardless of the rule that Hades was only allowed on Olympus during the Winter Solstice. The God of Death had arrived swiftly and what happened after that scared me.
The man had taken but a single glance at me, and had suddenly lunged a hand for my scar, actually tearing out some kind of dark matter of magic that actually – the more he pulled it out – released the pain of my Glamour being removed and when he had the Dark Matter in his hand, had he nodded at father before leaving abruptly.
Neither father nor Apollo had told me what the Dark Matter was, only that it was now the job of Hades to take care of it, something that had done nothing to ease my worries over what had apparently been part of me for all these years and while part of me wonders if anyone knew of this, do I currently not really care.
Not when a magical barrier separates me from the mother I lost contact with fourteen years ago and that only just recently got the chance to take me back as his son. Not when everyone, even the boy that greeted me, seems shocked to near death over the fact that I know of my parentage, let alone who my father actually is.
Wondering if I actually screwed up all my chances with these people before I could even have one, can I not help but shiver in fear of rejection, while at the same time fighting down the urge to just pass back through the barrier and back into my mother's arms, hoping that he will take me back to father and that we can forget all of this.
"No, you know your father wants you here. The prophesy and your life are the sole reason he has been doing everything he did over the last few hours. You must stay strong. Once father tells them of his actual plans they will not want to reject me for my parentage – I hope." Does my stream of thoughts end, making me gulp.
Then the boy before me, who is clearly a few years younger, yet who has the same painful gleam in his eyes as I know I had in mine until recently – the gleam of someone who witnessed death – turns from me to my mum and asks: "How? I – I mean, he's obviously your parent, so – how? How do you have two fathers?"
And while I feel relieved as I can tell by a single glance that many of the armed people around me feel the same curiosity, especially the ones that have daggers and startling grey eyes, do I answer: "Where I come from, people live under the Ancient Blessing of Hecate and that expanded to male and female bonds and body parts.
Her blessing allowed for my mother to carry me, even while he was male, because it was foretold by Phoebus Apollo that I would be born, but that my father would not be allowed contact with me for fifteen summers, while both me and my mother were to live the same fifteen years of pain and suffering, which came true."
And while I try to keep light over the situation, do I know that I will never take another Divinations Class again and that neither Trelawney or her two top students, Parvati and Lavender, should ever try and predict something bad for me again as I doubt I will go easy on them if they do, whether with help of my divine powers or not.
Still, while the answer seems to shock the campers at first, does the Centaur, who looks to be too old in body to be that young looking in movement and facial features, walk forward as he says: "It is an honor to have a foretold son of Zeus in our Camp. Does His Greatness have any messages he wishes for you to inform us of?"
To which I shrug, as father had already warned me that this might happen and he says: "Only that dinner will explain why Capture The Flag has been postponed without a proper reset date being announced." And this seems to put the last nerves of just about everyone around me at ease, making them lower their weapons.
The Centaur himself also seems relieved with this news, which is no mystery to me as Father explained me that this Centaur is also in charge of all the Activities taking place at Camp and he asks: "Will it come from Him himself?" And while his tone makes me know he doesn't believe this, do I nod in agreement nonetheless.
The Centaur seems shocked at this and absently says: "Percy, show him Cabin one, would you?" And while the younger boy beside me looks confused at the number mentioned, do I personally wonder what the Cabin will be like as Father had let slip that he had added a few toys and attributes to the inside to make me feel welcome.
The Centaur then gallops away, his very rhythm proving that he has been thrown off balance by the news that my father will personally arrive at Camp to deliver the message and while this makes quite a few of the campers that have come here with him send me strange looks, do they follow the Trainer of Heroes nonetheless.
Percy then looks at me strangely and I say: "My father claimed me already. That's why I pass on the Hermes cabin and get to go to my father's straight away instead." And while this seems to shock the lad, does he nod nonetheless and as we walk over to the settlement of Cabins, does he turn to face me as he says:
"You better watch out though, I heard there hasn't been anyone staying in that cabin for many years now. Will probably be pretty dusty." But at this I shake my head and say: "Father has been preparing for my arrival. He's known for years that I am not to come here until I turn fifteen and that happened a few weeks ago."
And while I can easily spot a hint of jealousy shine within the sea-green eyes, eyes that my mum apparently recognized as he had smiled in a very interesting way after seeing them, does the boy shake his head and ask: "So, if the prophesy hadn't existed –?" And while I already know how he wants me to answer him, do I say:
"If it hadn't I might not have been born at all." Which, to my slight enjoyment, actually causes for a loud rumble of thunder to sound over the entire encampment, making many of the campers that we pass – even the older ones – look up shocked, proving that father hasn't let himself be heard that clearly in a very long time.
We then finally reach my new temporary home, which is Cabin 1, to the shock of some of the Campers that hadn't come with Chiron and that are currently playing a game of basketball and while the thick white marble has become something I feel quite used to now that I know of my heritage, do I still raise an eyebrow at the structure.
"Dad sure loves proving he's the Big Man." Goes through my mind silently as I know I will just scare the other campers around me with another rumble of thunder if I were to speak my mind and then Percy turns to me, his eyes curious and still playful as he smirks and asks: "Ready to take a look inside, Son of Zeus?"
And while his last three words make one of the players drop the ball he was dribbling with, making it bounce way out of the actual field, do I send him a stare that says: "Are you seriously questioning me?" His behavior reminding me of the Weasley twins as he laughs and opens the double set of bronze doors for me.
Stepping inside can I not help the gigantic smirk that grows on my face as – other than the gigantic statue of my father, who has his Master Bolt in one hand and the other fisted at the ceiling as if to say I will hold this Cabin Strong for you – the entire Cabin itself is decked and furnished as if I'm actually staying in Gryffindor Boys Dorm.
Wooden floor, stone walls, a single four-poster bed with clouds making up the curtains, several floor to ceiling windows, while others have comfortable seating areas stationed in their frames. There is also a door in the left wall that, I just know, will lead to a bathroom with a shower, a bath and a few sinks with cabinets under them.
All in all, while most of the cabin is done in bronze, white marble and all of the softer materials are made out of clouds, does the entire Cabin make me feel as if I just stepped into a white, gold and bronze colored Dormitory for the Fifth years of Gryffindor House, yet only then do I notice how there is something off.
Where, at Hogwarts, there are five beds in total, are there several cabinets, one of them with double doors, another with four drawers under each other and the last two basic trunks with a simple clasp locking system stationed against the walls where the beds would have been had I not been the only son of Zeus in existence.
Wondering what all these cabinets and trunks could be for, do I walk over to the one in the back wall, the double-doors cabinet and when I open them, do my eyes widen and does my mouth drop as stacks upon stacks of shirts, a good 2 dozen hangers of pants, trousers and jeans and a whole box of shoes are stacked within the closet.
Amazed at all that I am seeing in this closet alone, do I look at the four-drawer cabinet and the trunks, deciding to head for one of them and when I open it, do I find it stockpiled to the brim with all kinds of toys, from race cars to jump ropes to story books and even board games like Wizarding chess – with moving pieces – and Goose.
"Dad really knows how to go all out." Goes through my head before suddenly I hear a male voice ask: "Percy, what on Olympus are you doing?" And when I look behind me, do I see Percy turn to a boy of one maybe two years older than me, who has blond hair, blue eyes and has quite the muscular build, not to mention an intriguing scar.
"You know no one's allowed near the Cabin of the Big Guy. You're a Hermes kid, remember, at least until your old man decides to claim you – if he ever does, am I right?" The boy laughs at the end and while this question confuses me, do I step forward to make myself known as I say: "I think that time will come sooner than you think."
And the blond looks at me shocked as I say: "Harrison Juno Black, Son of Zeus. And my father has plans that will definitely make sure Percy gets claimed sooner rather than later." And while happiness shines in the eyes of the younger lad, can I almost feel the disbelief coming off the older and - strangely – dangerously handsome lad.
And there you have it!
Chapter five! A chapter that will pretty much be a turning point in the lives of Percy, Harry and Luke. Now I just want to let you guys know beforehand that next chapter will jump over to Dinner time, that I will have the Gods all show up to explain their story and that Luke will slowly show his true colors in the chapters that follow.
YES, Luke is a Kronos Supporter. YES, Kronos will be making a comeback to life like Voldemort did in GoF. However, NO, there will not be a war between the Demigods, Gods and Titans, I have a little bit of different plans for the so-called Lord of Time, but those too will be revealed as the chapters increase in number.
Okay, enjoy
Venquine1990
